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The three–day deadline has passed. Of course, they can’t find me.
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They had no choice but to return to the school, seething with anger.
“How can you, as educators, participate in such a ridiculous deception with the students?”
The mother coldly berated all the teachers, stamping her feet in frustration.
“My daughter’s kidney disease is worsening, and she can’t wait any longer! How much did
Yulia Wyatt pay you? I’ll offer double, no, ten times that amount!”
The teachers were in a difficult position, explaining themselves until they were hoarse, and
some even slammed their fists on the table.
It’s my homeroom teacher, Mr. Lewis.
He was very sympathetic towards me, and he took the best care of me when I was sick.
Now, seeing my parents behaving so tyrannically and causing trouble, Mr. Lewis was even more outraged:
“Our school may be a bit subpar, but we wouldn’t joke about matters of life and death!”
“You abandoned your child and neglected her, and now you want to cause trouble at the
school!?”
“Go back and have the hospital check her medical records!”
I’ve always suffered from stomach pain.
The medical record clearly documents every stage, from ulceration to cancerous
transformation.
I once cautiously presented my medical record to my parents, hoping they would take me to a major hospital for further examination.
But unexpectedly, they discovered that the painkillers I was taking were nothing but
vitamins!
The older sister tugged at her father’s sleeve, acting coy:
“My younger sister is just trying to get Mom and Dad’s attention; that’s why she’s taking vitamins and pretending to be sick.”
They hugged the older sister, didn’t even glance at me, and tore up the medical record, throwing it in my face.
“You’re so young, and you’ve already learned to lie? If you try to deceive us with these fake reports again, we’ll completely ignore you!”
But my face was often pale from stomach pain, and my vomit contained streaks of blood.
None of it was fake.
They ignored it.
After that day, I never told them about my stomach pain again.
Until the situation became irreparable.
Seeing that Mr. Lewis was about to call security to escort them out, the two had no choice but to leave, crestfallen.
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The hospital corridor was silent; the older sister slept peacefully.
A small cake and a greeting card sat on the bedside table.
A few large words were scrawled across it.
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“Mom and Dad, thank you for everything. I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble while I’ve
been sick.”
Seeing that their beloved daughter, even while seriously ill, had remembered to prepare a
surprise for them, Mom and Dad’s frustration melted away.
Mom wiped away tears:
“They say daughters are like intimate little cotton jackets, and it’s true.”
Dad nodded, then, remembering my unknown whereabouts, his tone turned resentful:
“Helen is obedient, unlike that jinx, Yulia Wyatt. She hasn’t given us a moment of peace since the day she was born! Her own older sister is sick, and she just waltzes off and disappears.”
Their eyes were filled with disdain, but they couldn’t help but recall the teacher’s reminder
from earlier today.
Check the medical records at the hospital.
To access my medical records, you’ll need to provide proof of guardianship.
But three years ago, they heartlessly kicked me out of the house and changed the household register to include only the three of them.
I was kicked out and became the head of my own household, all alone.
Mom rummaged through the cabinets, slamming a drawer shut with a thud, and cursed: “Where’s that jinx’s birth certificate?”
“I can’t find it. I told you to throw it away a long time ago.”
Dad pinched his nose and kicked open the door to my bedroom, which they had converted into a cluttered storage room.
He violently pulled open the bedside table, but the documents they were looking for weren’t
there.
Instead, he found my diary.
“I got a perfect score on the math test today; Mom and Dad are finally taking me out to
play!”
“I’m so envious of my older sister; I wish I had as many pretty clothes as she does.”
The closet is wide open; all my clothes are here.
They hang loosely in a row, only taking up half the closet.
“Mom always scolds me for being a jinx. I want to study hard and earn money to bring them good luck when I grow up. Will they stop scolding me then?”
The diary paper is wrinkled, stained with dried tears.
They were engrossed in reading when a phone suddenly blared-
The hospital called; your older sister is seriously ill and in a coma.
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